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Time watches Wild collect the wild boar in the slate, and wonders about its food preservation qualities.
Time watches Wild collect moblin guts in the slate, and wonders if it has separate storage for food and literal body parts. He decides he actually doesn’t want to know.
He plucks a stem of grass as they head back to camp, nibbling on it, pausing when he meets Wild’s questioning look.
“Wild, I was raised by a tree, I grew up eating flowers.”’
“Oh!” Wild pulls out a small bouquet of dandelions and offers them to Time.
“Finally, some good fucking food-”